The next morning, Ava woke up entangled in Ryan, her head tucked against his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist like he had no intention of letting go. The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it was dangerous, how much she loved waking up like this.
Tokyo's skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the golden morning light casting a soft glow over their suite. For a moment, Ava allowed herself to simply exist in the quiet.
That peace lasted exactly three minutes before her phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand.
Ryan groaned, pulling her closer. "Ignore it."
Ava sighed, reluctantly reaching over. The second she saw Mei's name flashing across the screen, she knew.
"This can't be good," she muttered.
Ryan grumbled, pressing his face into her shoulder. "Tell her we died."
Ava smirked, answering the call. "Good morning, Mei."
